I had meant to post this on Monday night but got transfixed
by rioting first in London, and then as it spread to Birmingham and Nottingham –
both a lot closer to home, last night Leicester got its share of violence (I’m
not sure why but a pound stretcher was done over, seems likely that the local
ne’er do wells haven’t really worked out how this looting thing is meant to
work). Tonight the police are letting the air out of the bike tyres of youths
who are milling round the city centre. I’ve seen some derisive comments about
this tactic on twitter but town is a lot quieter and so I’m neither complaining
nor mocking. This whole chain of events seems to bring out a right wing monster
in me so I’m not going to share my thoughts on events beyond a hope and belief
that things are settling back down.
Now back to business, it’s almost a month since I read this
book but happily (and unusually) I made quite copious notes about it (I was a
fun holiday companion I can tell you). Spurred on by Book Snobs new found
passion for Elizabeth Bowen I thought I’d have another go – I have a couple
more of her books I want to read, really honestly want to read, and will read
one day – but heavens do I find her hard work.
This was actually my second attempt at ‘Friends and
Relations’, I had a run at it when I first bought it some time back but was
easily distracted by something no doubt newer and more shiny. The same thing
happened when I read ‘The Last September’; first time round it was a struggle
but on my second attempt I loved it. Whilst reading ‘Friends and Relations’ I
had to stop and re read things not just once or twice to get the proper flavour
of it, but four or five times. The bit I’d already read albeit months ago was
fine – enough had clearly sunk in to make an impression. I’m not sure why I
have this reaction to Bowen, I enjoy her writing, I don’t find it especially
hard to follow what’s going on, I engage with the characters and yet so much
remains obscure and unspoken (I suppose that’s really unwritten) that taken all
in all it was a bit of a struggle.
Not that that’s necessarily a bad thing, I’m pretty sure
that having to work for it increased the overall satisfaction I got from this
book, I’ve come away from it with a lot to think over which is defiantly a good
thing. The core of the book is the story of two sisters in love with one man.
The complication is that he married one sister whilst being far from
indifferent to the other. Sister number two is married happily to a man who
adores her – which doesn’t affect her passion for her brother in law – a
further twist is afforded by a mother in law and a wicked uncle who’s long ago
affair led to divorce and disgrace for the mother in law and tense family
meetings for the rest of the clan.
The things that interested me here are firstly what I take
to be Bowen’s opinion that passion isn’t necessary for a happy marriage – the passionate
marriage is indefinably wrong with the husband taking on the role of an extra,
and entirely over indulged, child (I didn’t much care for Edward). Janet and
her husband Rodney, despite Janet’s seeming ambivalence towards the man she’s
married, are definitely contented, and more than that. It’s a vision that I
find strangely attractive and reassuring – a reminder that successful relationships
are about having a life in common as much as anything else.
The second thing that interested me is Lady Elfrida, Edwards’s
mother who slipped with Rodney’s uncle and then realised that she didn’t love
him anymore and couldn’t marry him despite her divorce. She loses her
respectability and with it her confidence, marriage of any sort would have made
her respectable again but she doesn’t do it which feels both brave and
revolutionary.
I wonder where my next Bowen will take me.
